"Have you thought about what you'll wear on your trip?" Tracey sat cross-legged on the bed as Faith folded a basket of towels. They had taken almost a two-hour nap, and when they woke, Selby decided the night called for ribeyes and Merlot, so he headed to the market.Faith decided she needed to do some laundry before the trip, and Tracey wasn't leaving until she had her steak. So, Faith loaned the other woman some gym shorts and an old Green Lantern T-shirt, much to Selby's dismay who hoped the girls would stay naked for the remainder of the day. He was even willing to grill the perfect steak for them in return. They, of course, laughed as they shook their heads, but promised, perhaps, after they tasted the steaks, they might accommodate the pouting man.Faith had laughed at the time, but later was shocked at her quick agreement to the promise. All their sexual exploits, not that there had been many, had either been with single men or couples, never just a woman. Selby had always wante
Selby watched as they disappeared into the walk-in closet, both giggling about whatever women giggle about as they plot and plan in closets. He had never seen Faith have so much fun, not with another woman, anyway. Faith didn't mix with other females well. She preferred simple things, non-frilly things. She was a tomboy at heart while most of the women she grew up with preferred prissy things and mindless chatter. Or, they were the abrasive, feminist type who hated men and saw them merely as sperm donors, and if they could get the sperm without touching the cock they would. Faith always got along with men better. In high school, her best friends had always been boys. Not much had changed in almost fifteen years.Selby pushed himself off the doorframe and left the women to the dress up. He decided then would be a good time to get lost in a book. It was obvious the women were bonding. He just wasn't sure where that bond would lead. They were both loners for the most part and, outside of
The rain was like ice pelting them as Faith and Tracey ran from the small Toyota to the steps of Tracey's apartment. The overhang was just enough to keep the rain off Faith's head, but her backside was taking a shower, a freezing shower.Once they managed to drip their way inside, the air-conditioned air sent shivers through Faith's soaked body. She wanted to fling the water off her as she huddled within herself, arms wrapped around her, but she didn't want to drench Tracey's spotless apartment."I'll grab some towels," Tracey said as she darted through the apartment to a doorway on her left.Faith continued to rub her arms as she stood trying not to drip on anything. As she stood on the tile foyer floor, she took in the apartment, surprised at how big the inside actually was. She smiled at the gold metal butterflies Tracey had fluttering up one wall and loved the peacefulness of them. Everything seemed in its place and a perfect fit for where she had placed it.The smaller woman walke
Selby closed the book he was reading and sipped the Cabernet that warmed his glass. Dusk was claiming the night sky, and it really was getting too dark to read outside without turning on the lamps. He glanced back to where the switch was and decided it was too much effort to move. Setting his book on the table beside him, he held his glass in both hands and stared out over the ocean. The breeze was light but still held a March chill to it along with the tang of the ocean.Faith had been gone for an hour and a half and he really had no idea when she would be home. There were no time restraints on their weekend excursions so as not to rush the experience. The weekdays were for quickies. Weekends allowed for more freedom.Selby thought of what the coming morning meant. A week. Faith would be gone an entire week, and he was getting nervous about it now for the first time. He had wanted her to explore her fantasies, but he was afraid of how far those fantasies would take her away from him,
The ride to the office seemed to take forever with Sunday afternoon traffic being more congested than she could remember. Edwin said he'd be there until five-thirty, and it was only ten till five. Plenty of time to catch him. She sent him a text telling him she was on her way if the plans hadn't changed. He replied simply, Come. No playfulness. No flirtatious innuendo. Just Come.Suddenly, Faith's excitement turned to a nervous anxiety. Had something gone wrong this weekend? What kind of mood was he in? He gave her instructions earlier and then just dropped out of sight. Was this all part of his stoic, stern demeanor as the one controlling her, his plaything?She parked her Toyota around back next to Edwin's truck, took a deep breath, and opened her door.The back door was unlocked, and as soon as she opened it, she heard Edwin's voice calling her to stop. She released the door handle and turned to see him coming from the warehouse. He walked with determined strides, his back straight
She slid her mouth off his cock and begged, begged like the little slut she felt she was. "Please! Please, Edwin, please fuck me! I need you to fuck me." She dropped her mouth back onto his swollen member.He gripped her head and pulled her from him. Without a word, he pulled her up by her hair, and the pain made her scramble to her feet, the taste of him still on her swollen lips. He pushed her to the giant window facing the road. Her mind screamed. Oh god, no! Not in front of the window. But that's where he put her. She caught herself with her hands as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her slightly back. As she felt his cock at her sweet passage, she forgot the window and begged again. "Please!"And he drove inside of her with one thrust. She couldn't believe how wet she was, how horny he made her. He gripped her ass with his strong fingers, digging them into her flesh, and pounded her with deep, violent thrusts. She could feel his testicles slapping her as his cock speared her
Faith glanced at the clock. Four. One more hour and then she would have two days finished of her little work adventure. It hadn't been bad, just comical. This office had been around as long as the Brevard branch, and yet, it seemed so ass backward. Nothing was organized. Equipment was missing. People didn't even know how to fill out work orders. How it had survived, Faith had no clue, but she knew they needed her to do what Morgan brought her there to do. Before she left Friday, she emailed herself forms and copies of spreadsheets in order to print them out when she arrived. She was thankful she had planned ahead, because there was nothing there for her to even begin.There was only one girl in the office, Patricia McClusky. She was a young girl, early twenties, with fiery hair and a dusting of freckles on her face and arms. Faith was pretty sure the freckles traveled the length of her. She was the same height as Faith and just a smidgen skinnier. She had a mouth on her worse than the
When the doorbell sounded, Selby set the book he was reading on the coffee table and forced himself out of his recliner. His stomach growled as he stood, and he realized he hadn't eaten yet. "I should at least have a bowl of chips," he mumbled to himself as he walked to the door. He realized he hadn't been eating as well as he should since Faith left Monday morning. The night before he had even skipped dinner and didn't realize it until he woke up still in his recliner at two in the morning, book in his lap. He had offered Tracey to keep him company, but she turned him down. "I don't want her to think I jumped at the chance for her to leave so I could play house with you." He wasn't exactly happy about it, but had agreed. What choice did he really have? Three more days, Selby. Life will be back to normal in three days. As he opened the oak door, he wasn't sure he would last three more days.Tracey stood there, holding a bag with steam rising from it. "My guess is you haven't eaten, ye
Dropping the arm holding the towel to his side, he walked over to where Cherish sat and joined her on the bed. He reached out, placing a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this," he told her. He gave a weak shrug. "I guess we never know the full extent of our actions and their consequences until it's too late." He quickly held a hand up, stopping her from saying anything else. "That wasn't a judgment. Promise."She offered him a weak smile. "I didn't take it that way." She shrugged. "Besides, you're right. I didn't realize while I was...you know...how it would hurt you or Jordie, and I sure as hell didn't realize how it would follow me to another job. I was too caught up in what I was doing to even think of anything else." She reached out, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry I was such a selfish bitch."Glen leaned over and kissed Cherish's forehead. When he pulled away, he grinned. "You're my selfish bitch, so it's all good.
Cherish shoved her phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know. Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Cherish asked.Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. "I see you've rearranged. Making the place more to your liking." Cherish could have sworn the woman gave a disgusted sniff as she said it. "I thought the way Kim had it set up was quite efficient." She glanced around the room with a sn
Glen soaked in her naked body, making no qualms about devouring her with his gaze. He had always thought Cherish was gorgeous and hated when she started to hide her body in baggy shirts and shorts. He wanted to see more of her flesh, more of her body tempting him under tight clothes or low-cut tops. He wanted her to be seductive, sultry, sexy. Hell, he even wanted her to dress slutty for him.Reaching out, Glen ran a hand over her freckle-covered shoulder, up her neck, and into her strawberry-blond hair. Gazing into her eyes, he sucked in a breath as he stared at her. "You, Cherish Lansky, are beautiful."He saw her cheeks redden with her blush, felt her squirm under his touch as his words embarrassed her, but he didn't care. While he thought the words often enough, he failed to say them out loud for her to hear. She needed to hear them. He needed to say them. They needed to get back to the spark that was them when they first ignited each other's passions. Looking at her right then, he
Cherish took a deep breath, deciding to tackle the topic of Rutherford even if Glen hadn't brought it up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jed. It's been a pretty emotional week all around, and I swear, it just slipped my mind."Glen cocked an eyebrow at her. "A lot of things have slipped your mind lately. I should probably do something about that, eventually."She bowed her head. "Yes, sir," was all she said, but she couldn't deny the tingle between her legs at the thought of Glen punishing her again. She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her.He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?"She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me aski
Cherish placed the last of the glasses back in the cabinet, her back screaming at her due to the lengthy day she just endured. Jordie was already sound asleep in his bed, his tired little body crashing as soon as everyone left, and the constant energy faded away. She could relate as exhaustion tugged at her as well. She had to admit, however, Glen's idea of having the party at their house opposed to her parents' was definitely a winner, minus the cleanup part afterward. Jordie loved every gift he opened, and he and the other kids made full use of the bounce house. Even a few of the adults climbed inside to get their inner youth on while they made the little ones stand outside the giant inflatable while they took over. The children, of course, were far from happy about not being permitted inside, but they laughed like crazy as they watched their parents bouncing around, trying to do flips, and falling on their asses.Valerie surprised Cherish with how she interacted with everyone else a
Cherish felt the tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the anguish clutching at her heart as she sat there, staring at her mother, the woman crying openly now as she stared back at Cherish. How could her mother ever doubt Cherish's love for her? Because I did a shitty job of showing it. I pushed her with everything I did. Cherish reached out, taking her mother's hand in her own, squeezing it tight. "I've always loved you, Mom. You did nothing wrong. It was all me; I was the selfish bitch who never seemed satisfied and happy. I'm so sorry I ever made you feel that way." She squeezed her mother's hand again. "I should never have treated you that way."Her mother gave her a weak smile, squeezing her hand back before pulling it away. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn't tell me you were pregnant." She shook her head. "Not a very good mother, huh?"Cherish settled back in her chair. "I think we both made mistakes, but that was then. This is now. I need to
Cherish left the others and walked over to her mother, taking one of the remaining chairs beside the other woman. "Why don't you come join the rest of us? Has to be better than sitting over here all by yourself."Her mother didn't even look at her, keeping her gaze on the children. "Why is she here?" she asked, her back stiff, hands clasped in her lap."There are a lot of shes here," Cherish said, even though she knew to whom her mother referred. "You'll have to be a little more specific.""Your sister's new friend," her mother said, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why did they have to bring her to a family event? It's rude."Cherish glanced over and watched as Tracey Williams laughed at something Arni said, her feet barely touching the ground from where she sat in the chair. "She's close to Selby and Faith," Cherish said with a shrug. "We permitted Brent to bring Bonnie; why wouldn't we allow Faith and Selby to bring Tracey? She seems to be getting along with everyone all right."
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.